On the way,Xiao Bing had already heard from Nie Cong why he was summoned, but he never expected that the person who would draw the portrait would actually be a sloppy teenage girl who looked like a refugee.
Just her? Can she draw portraits? Did she really think that she was better than those painters in their Xuanhe City? Who was she kidding?
If Nie Cong wasn't here, he would have turned around and left.
Gu Yundong saw that he was sullen and silent, so she knew that he did not trust her.
She tapped the table slightly, and asked with a smile, "Don't you remember what the criminal looked like?"
"Who said I don't remember?" The soldier immediately retorted, with a look of resentment."That bandit killed my good brother who fought side by side with me. I dream of him every night. I know all the moles on his face."
"Then go ahead, I am listening."
"..." Xiao Bing was choked for a moment, and Nie Cong next to him bumped his arm again.
Then he clenched his fists and said, "The face is a bit round, it looks like a simple and honest person. The eyebrows are really thick and dark. The eyes are not big, but narrow and long. The nose is fleshy. As for the mouth, his mouth is a bit like mine."
Gu Yundong lowered her head and drew with charcoal according to what he said.
While sketching, she would ask him from time to time, "Like that? It should be more round huh... Is the bag under the eyes deep... What kind of length for the eyes... Is there a lot of flesh on his chin..."
At first, she just drew a rough outline, and when she was almost certain, she took another piece of white paper and integrated all the facial features mentioned by the soldier.
Gu Yundong's movements were fast, and it didn't take her long to finish the drawing.
Xiao Bing was thirsty after talking so much, so he took a sip of tea. When he came to take a look at her drawing, he spat out all the tea in a 'Poof...'
"You! Be careful !" Gu Yundong hurriedly moved the paper away and gave him a vicious look.
The soldier hurriedly wiped his mouth dry and picked up the piece of paper impatiently, his eyes widened.
Just now, Nie Cong had taken a few steps back to avoid the saliva spouted by him. As he looked at his shocked face, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong?"
The soldier murmured in disbelief, "Similar! So similar, it's so similar."
"Is it really that similar? Aren't you exaggerating?'' Nie Cong shook his head and walked around the table, stopped behind him, and took a look at the paper.
Seeing the picture, his whole person was stunned in place.
Xiao Bing said incredulously, "It's ..., it's like it was stretched out from his face."
"There is actually such a way of painting." Nie Cong shook his head in amazement. He carefully took it from Xiao Bing's hand and glanced at it again.
He couldn't help but be amazed.
The paintings of those painters were also very beautiful, but Nie Cong was not a master of calligraphy and painting, so he didn't know how to appreciate them.
He only knew that those paintings were beautiful, but there was always a huge gap between them and the real person.
To put it mildly, they had little practical use in their handling of cases.
But now, looking at the painting in from of him, it was as if the person was alive.
And this was just a charcoal drawing.
When he raised his eyes to look at Gu Yundong again, Nie Cong's expression had changed.
Was this Miss Gu really just a little girl from the countryside who didn't know anything?
"Who taught you this drawing method?"
Gu Yundong also took a sip of water and shrugged before responding, "A stranger, he didn't tell me his name."